Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

Others might have taken offense upon discovering that they were being openly pursued. She risked that, of course, but she felt entitled to her decision- after all, she was just making sure this stranger didn't get any ideas about the copse being defenseless, right? Niamh told herself a lot of lies in order to be able to sleep at night- and this assurance was certainly one of the more harmless ones out of the collection. He didn't startle, but the slight cant of the head- just enough to reveal a glint of obsidian- was enough to tell her that he'd noticed, but that he wasn't immediately threatened. 

He turned, and she didn't alter her path. There being still enough distance between them, she didn't consider her decision to close the gap to be too foolish, given she still had ample space to avoid a rush attack, and as her ears were met with a low, rolling rumble of laughter, she assumed that at least for the time being, he wasn't going to be a threat. 

She did stop and perk her ears when he asked her a question, and a younger, more naive Niamh might have laughed. The idea of blondes having more fun...Well, she had certainly lost enough by now to realize that her looks had gotten her what she'd wanted- but it'd been taken away from her regardless. "Depends on the company." She answered with a voice that was more deadpan than she'd intended. Where had sassy, young, flirty Niamh gone? She gave him an obvious once-over, before raising her somewhat skeptical gaze to his. "Depends on your definition of 'fun,'" She said, adding a bit of an edge to her voice- but she would allow him to determine whether she was trying to be flirty, or if she was actually threatening him. She hadn't made up her mind yet.